The pressure was a weird source of sensation. The tugging on her neck was not comfortable. It would never be comfortable. And yet the way she found herself struggling for breath made those touches so much more notable. It made it hard to ignore that, or the sound of her voice. Not necessarily what she was saying, though she did listen. But the imprint of her wicked voice in that addled brain of hers.

"You don't freaking say..." She managed in a quiet voice. "So...so how do you know every...what you think you know and I know nothing then, huh?"